Look at me, look
at me.I'm acting like a memoryI'm just an epitomeof
meant to lose and meant to be.

Blue hearts beat blue
blood;blue blood and blue skin;she's choking on
humanityBlue tongue, blue throat;blue in the head and
brain;she's choking on lifeno more to lose, no less to
gain.

Death has never been such a beautiful sightas the
brightest blue takes over in the still of the nighta star
illuminates the glossy black of insanity.My mind, your mind, its
intertwined.If I escaped it I couldn't take itand that's
why we speak from the start.

Blue hearts beat blue blood;blue
blood and blue skin;she's choking on humanityBlue tongue,
blue throat;blue in the head and brain;she's choking on
lifeno more to lose, no less to gain.

None lost and none
forgotten,except for the child who couldn't sing,except for
the girl in the cornergrabbing wrists and squeezing tightexcept
for when the pain is too much to bear;and blue blood solves the
problems.

The wrong kind of question to achieve the wrong
answer,the wrong kind of death for the wrong kind of life.the
wrong kind of misery, the wrong kind of strife.